Weeks 7 and 8 were pretty simple. Nothing major, nothing exciting. Just me showing up and doing what I said I was going to do.
I’ve been consistent in the gym, even on the days where I had to adjust or didn’t feel like it. Some days didn’t go exactly as planned, especially going at a different time. Way more people, not enough equipment, and definitely not my preferred vibe… but I still got it done.
There were a couple mornings I really tried to talk myself out of going. One day I got up, got dressed, and still there debating if I was actually about to leave the house. I had every excuse ready. But I went anyway. And like always, once I got there, it was fine.
I’ve also been intentional about my steps. I’ve been aiming for 9k a day and hitting that about six days a week. That part takes more effort than people think. It’s not just the workout, it’s making sure I’m moving throughout the day and not falling short.
At the same time, I’ve really been leaning into rest. Sundays have become my reset day and I’m not playing about that. I rest, recharge, and don’t feel guilty about it.
This past weekend, I made sure to get outside and enjoy the sun a little more.
I sat out under my pergola, took some time to just relax, and let myself enjoy the moment instead of always feeling like I need to be doing something. I even got in my little “adult pool” and just chilled for a bit.
That part felt just as good as any workout I’ve had lately. It reminded me that this can’t just be about the gym. I actually want to enjoy my life while I’m doing this.
I’m not going to act like I don’t pay attention to the scale because I do. And honestly, it’s been testing me. Some days it goes down, some days it goes up, and some days it just doesn’t make sense at all. I’ve definitely had moments where I’m like…what am I doing wrong?
But I’m starting to understand that this part isn’t as straightforward as I thought it would be. This isn’t about quick results right now. It’s about consistency, discipline, and trusting that what I’m doing is going to show up when it’s time.
I can feel the difference even if I don’t always see it yet. I’m stronger. I’m more consistent. I’m more aware of what I’m doing day to day. If I’m being honest, this part of the process is not exciting. It’s repetitive. It’s showing up over and over again and trusting that something is happening even when it’s quiet.
But I’m still here. Still working. Still figuring it out.
Weeks 7 and 8 were really just about staying the course, taking care of myself, and finding some balance in all of it.
I may not be where I want to be yet, but I’m definitely not where I started.
The work continues.
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